#theyre family!!

[bow-of-aros]

Day Eight: Nuzzles

Summary: Crutchie couldn't have asked for a better end to a better day, and Jack always makes sure that he's smiling.

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Hey folks! A Jack and Crutchie fic was honestly inevitable, and I just think that they're so cute and they care about each other so much. I hope that y'all enjoy this one <33

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It had been a great day for selling. The weather was nice, the people were in a good mood, Crutchie’s leg was barely bothering him, and he hadn’t even had to make up a new headline! The buyers had been extra generous, or maybe they’d just felt extra bad for the poor crippled boy that day, Crutchie didn’t really care which one it was when he’d managed to pocket a whole extra dollar on top of the thirty cents he’d need to buy his fifty papes tomorrow!

He lets himself ride the high of a job well done all the way up to the rooftop, propping his crutch against the railing as he dangles his feet off the edge, taking in the sight of New York going about its evening.

After a while, Crutchie can hear the tell-tale sound of Jack’s voice as he makes his last rounds, telling all the boys to stay out of trouble.

Jack’s a natural leader, Crutchie’s known it ever since the moment he first heard his voice. It’s loud, it takes up space. And it isn’t loud for the sake of being loud like most of the other guys here. When Jack speaks, it always sounds like he’s saying something important, something worth listening to.

He’s charismatic and his voice carries over the rooftops, so Crutchie can hear Jack say to Race,

“Wouldya keep an eye on Romeo and Elmer tonight? I have a feeling that they’re itching to get into some trouble.”

Crutchie’s sure that Race says something in return, likely accompanied by a salute featuring his trademark cigar, but it doesn’t quite carry up to where he’s sitting.

On the other hand, maybe Crutchie’s just more attuned to Jack’s voice than anything else.

The clanging sound that always accompanies Jack scrambling up the ladder pulls him out of his thoughts just in time to see a grinning, ink-stained face pop up over the edge of their so-called penthouse.

“Hey Crutchie! How was selling today?” He speaks as he hauls himself up the final few rungs and plops down rather unceremoniously next to the younger boy, “Is your leg giving you any trouble? Didja get enough food? Do I need to rough anyone up for you? Because I will!”

Crutchie’s learned to not take all the questions to heart. At first, he’d thought that it was Jack thinking that he couldn’t take care of himself, and it was only after a very stern talking-to that he’d realized that Jack was just like that.

No wonder he was the leader of the Manhattan newsies, he was basically everyone’s mother.

“Heya Jack, selling was great, actually!” Crutchie started ticking off the answer to Jack’s questions on his fingers, “No, my leg’s not giving me trouble. Yes, I got enough food. And no, you don’t need to rough anyone up for me. The Delanceys decided to leave well enough alone today so you can stop your mother henning!”

Jack presses a hand to his chest in mock offense, “Mother henning?! Is it really mother henning if I just want to make sure you had a good day?”

“Nah, ‘course not.”

“Good,” Jack said, leaning more firmly against Crutchie’s side.

“Mom.”

“Why you little—”

And Jack slung an arm across Crutchie’s shoulder to reel him in close, using his other hand to ruffle his hair until Crutchie was laughing and half-heartedly trying to push him away.

It’s nice, Crutchie thought as Jack let up and hooked his chin over his shoulder, just appreciating the little things. The sunset over the New York skyline, spending time with his family after a good day, laughing like they had no cares in the world.

Soft hair brushed against his neck as Jack nuzzled in closer and, “Hehey, knock it off!”

“Knock what off?”

“You know.”

Jack only responded by moving in closer, trapping Crutchie against his chest when he tried to squirm away and rubbing a lightly stubbled cheek against his neck.

“Jahahack!” He whined through his laughter, “You need to shahahave!”

Scrunching up his shoulders did nothing, only inviting gentle prodding against his sides as Crutchie fell back into Jack, giggling brightly all the while.

Jack lets off after a few moments with a, “Alright kid, I think you’ve had enough. Now, hold still so I can sketch ya!” He trails off for a moment, reaching for his sketchbook and muttering, “I wish that I could keep you this happy forever, but a picture’s gonna have to do.”

Crutchie lets himself settle back against the bars of their penthouse, a soft smile lingering on his face as he watches his best friend—no, his brother—flip open to a blank page and begin smudging charcoal all over it.

He’s never been able to figure out how Jack can create something beautiful off of a blank page, but as his tongue sticks out in concentration and his eyes flicker up to meet Crutchie’s every so often, he just counts himself lucky to be considered worthy of a piece of art.

[flappervcmp]

@doeeyedgilbert cont. from here

After the chaotic event they both went through, having one of, who she assumed, was Klaus's minions come after Elena but finding them both instead, not realizing that there was another doppelganger in town and him trying his best to get at Elena but Annie wasn't having it. She wasn't much of a fighter, but luckily she had speed on her side and he didn't stand too much of a chance before he was staked, down and out for good.

She'd had help though, Elena distracting him with her humanity, using his bloodlust to their advantage. "Always? That's a long time Elena. I think I should be the one saying that. I won't let them take you, not ever."

[rosekasa]

id like to make it clear that this isn't him trying to flaunt the fact he's rich and, actually, i think it has even less to do with the fact he is rich. i can imagine that after he's eighteen he would actually separate himself as much as possible from his father's money. he would donate his inheritance to charity or to hospitals or to a new therapy service specifically for akuma victims. and then he would start his life from scratch, getting a job at a café or a bookshop and being surprised how freeing it is to have your own income, to choose the place you want to live in, to spend your OWN money the way YOU want

that's where the gift giving comes in. he spent his whole life having it drilled into his head that his freedom is conditional to how much he listens to his father. but now he has a minimum wage job that he applied to himself and is so surprised how much more financially free he feels through this. that's why his friends are so stressed when he goes and drops €100 for him -- he isn't rich anymore!!! more than half his salary already goes to rent!! in fact, marinette with her etsy shop and the bakery and alya with her internship and nino with his gigs actually earn more than him and adrien PLEASE!! -- but to him, it's like, well, i earned this money and i have the freedom now to do what i want with it. why wouldn't i buy things for my friends for no reason when ive spent my whole life having to give justifications for my own happiness?

adrien is absolutely the kind of friend you can never jokingly ask to buy you stuff. alya will sarcastically say 'you should buy me this €80 shatterproof phone case' and a week later he's like 'here you go :D' marinette will say 'i wish someone would just send me to a fully paid for spa weekend' and she'd check her email at the end of the day and adrien has booked it all for her. everyone tries telling him to stop but he genuinely just loves giving stuff to his friends. but this also means everyone now AGGRESSIVELY reduces the things they joke about wanting. nino will say 'you know i think i want these very affordably priced headphones from ebay', marinette will say 'i could really do with a loving, friendly massage right now'

[dumbbitchawards]

Crying over these geese.. oh to be a solitary goose finding love and starting a family in an interracial goose relationship

[fanaticalthings]

Jason Todd with his goons:

[valtsv]

are we still doing this because i have a late submission

[modest-starr]

jem and goel

[hinamie]

spiraling

[majunju]

getting married to the cold duke of the north but contrary to belief he's rather cuter than expected?!

[lunisoular]

those aus where luffy is ten years younger

[alfheimr]

the L in law stands for LOVED...its his birthday:)

[dapper-lil-arts]

Ah the dichotomy of the Celestia family... The preps and the goths

[mohntilyet]

vora'shivan, your heart is a good heart. so trust it. i love you, bellara. and i'm proud to be your brother.

[jedi-starbird]

'Desert hermit Ben Kenobi develops a reputation as a crazy wizard because he keeps talking to thin air.'

No. This is Tatooine, talking to yourself is hardly the weirdest thing they've seen. Ben Kenobi, however, keeps having full on fucking screaming rows with thin air and seemingly gets replies back, which is decidedly a step up.

(They've managed to piece together that a major point of contention is the acquisition and raising of a child? Clearly Ben is a wizard that had a bitter divorce with a desert spirit and is working through a custody dispute)

[lucabyte]

monologue

[soaked-doors]

💫 to ever ever after, forever can even start today